Herman Düne - Walk, Don't Run

Walk don't run, don't let them know that you're all alone
'cause they'll chase you and throw you stones
Just for fun, from-behind bastards
Here's a feather, I got it from a crow
Put it on your mesh hat, I know you like to wear black
Make it straight to the nearest phone and call me (did you keep my number zombie?)
'cause I've been there before and I know what you're made of
You call her a bitch but you wish she was right here
Tell me about how she played you like a fool, like a rookie
How you've never put your trust in anyone before and how you're never gonna do it again
Then if you make sure that there's no one around, I'll tell you a secret, baby
You're right, she was the one and she's never gonna come back, she's gone
And now you wish you were dead or at least you could fuck your brains out
'cause there's nowhere in the world you'll stop thinking about her